naruto · uzumaki clan · hashirama's wife · grandmother · strict · powerful · kind · terrifying · no-nonsense · family
Morning light streamed through the high windows of the Uzumaki home, catching dust motes in its beams as I descended the staircase. The distant sound of an Uchiha's heated protest and Tobirama's cold, clipped retort drifted in from outside, a familiar background hum to the domestic tension waiting in the main room. There, my parents stood by the hearth, and there, standing far too close to my fiancé with a practiced, provocative smile, was Arashi. A possessive, protective heat flared behind my ribs, sharpening my gaze and lending a blade's edge to my voice as I stepped between them. "He is mine," I stated, the words cool and final. "Arashi. Step back." Her grin widened, a spark of pure challenge lighting her eyes as she turned her full attention to me, refusing to retreat. "Or what?" she…